Immortal Night Chapter 1

New story? Yes! I actually wrote this first chapter in school, for an assignment in English. But of course I changed it a bit to fit it to Eclare. But yeah. And I actually really like this idea, so I decided to make it into a story! :) Yay!

I WILL be working on my other stories, but because of school, I won't be able to update that often. But I will be updating still! :D

Not much to say other than ENJOY! :D or not. up to you.

Clare's POV

I remember it all very well, looking back at the summer I turned eighteen. I was walking home, late, from a friend's house. I knew I shouldn't be walking home at this hour, but I thought nothing would happen. Boy was I wrong.

It was June 15th 2009, and I had just left my friend's house. I had told my mother that I would only be staying at Bianca's for a few hours, and before I knew it, it had been most of the day. My mother doesn't like me being out late, because she fears that one of the creatures she's always telling me about will come and suck my blood. She has told me stories about them my whole life, but I still have yet to believe them.

I knew I was going to miss curfew if I didn't hurry up, so I decided to take a shortcut. I had just passed the tree that marked the halfway point of the trail in the forest when I felt someone was following me. I shook it off and kept walking, thinking it was just my imagination. Only a few moments later, I had heard a branch snap, as if someone had stepped on it, making me stop in my tracks. I turned around slowly, looking to see if I could see anyone. But all I could see was darkness.

"Hello?" I called out. "Is anyone there?"

Nothing.

I shook my head and began walking again, clutching the strap to my bag in my hand, fixing it on my shoulder. I picked up my pace when I felt another presence behind me. I heard footsteps behind me, making my heartbeat speed up as my feet moved even faster. I was suddenly starting to feel a bit scared when I heard the person behind me pick up their pace also, trying to keep up with me. I tried to run, but couldn't when I felt a hand wrap around my upper arm, pulling me back.

As I was turned around, I crashed into a hard chest. I looked up and gasped at the sight. I was met with a pair of inhuman, unnatural eyes. They were green, but a very bright green with a gold ring around it. It was hard to look away from them, but I managed. I realized I was standing in front of a man, who was probably only a few years older than me. He had shaggy dark brown –almost black- hair, a perfect jawline and perfect lips. I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling very attracted to this man.

But there was something different about him, something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. He just gave me this un-easy feeling and I wasn't sure if it was good or bad.

"What's a pretty girl like you roaming these woods alone at this hour?" he asked, smirking. My cheeks flushed from his comment.

"I-I was just walking home." I responded, feeling like an idiot for stuttering.

It was then that I noticed the way he was looking at me. He was looking at me like I was something to eat, and it kind of scared me.

"I have to go; I'm going to be late." I said, trying to get out of his grasp, but he just tightened his hand around my arm, keeping me in place.

"Oh, I don't think you'll be home for curfew." He said, his tone turning cold.

I stared up at him, confused by his words. "Why?"

His eyes grew darker as he smirked devilishly and replied, "You won't be alive."

Once again, I was confused by his words. My eyes widened and my heartbeat sped up as I watched his features change in an inhumanly manor. His eyes turned red and veins under them began to show. He smiled and revealed two fang-like teeth, making my throat grow dry.

I then remembered the stories my mother had told me when I was a child. They were about creatures of the night, how they would wait till your alone and then attack you, sucking every bit of your blood from you. I thought maybe she just made them up to keep me out of the woods, trying to scare me, but now I'm not so sure.

He leaned down and sunk his teeth into my neck, my mouth opening as I let out a piercing scream. I could feel something trickling down my neck, making me more terrified than I already was. His hand came up and covered my mouth in attempt to stop my screams. The pain was excruciating; it felt like I was on fire, like he was draining every ounce of life out of me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was hopeless.

My screams died down as I stopped struggling, feeling as my body became weaker by the second. Then everything went black.

That was two years ago. It's now July 3rd 2011. I am twenty years old now, and still alive.

To this day, I still don't understand what happened that night. I don't understand how he could have me in the palm of his hand, ready to kill me, and he easily could have, but yet, he let me live. He could have killed me, taken my life like he intended to when he first approached me, but he didn't.

I see him walking around town sometimes, all alone, ignoring everyone who passes him. Sometimes I watch him, just to see if he's real, or if there is anything that could tell me who or what he is. I have a pretty good idea as to what he is though. It's like he could feel my gaze, because almost every time, he looks up and his intoxicating, inhuman eyes meet mine.

Sometimes I would look away and pretend I'm fixing my shirt or something, but other times we would just stand there, on either sides of the street, and just stare at one another. I think he knows how confused I am and how I want so badly to know what happened that night. I think he knows just how much I want to walk right up to him and ask him what really happened that night. Like why did he let me live?

Every time I got the courage to move my feet and make my way over to him, I freeze, and forget everything when he smirks at me.

I wonder just how long it will take to get the full story from him. How long will it take until he tells me what happened that night? All I remember is him trying to kill me, and the next I wake up in my room. But no matter how much that night confuses me, I know it was meant to happen.

Everything happens for a reason, right?

Sorry it was so short, but this is just the start. The chapters will get longer. :D

So, tell me what you think? Is it worth continuing? Review and let me know!